We Want Flesh, Flesh For Fantasy.

My Dad Was One Of The Reasons I Got Into Rock And Roll, Because I Was Learning The Ropes Of His Business, Which Was Selling Powertools, And I Was Looking For A Way Out From Under His Heel. I Was Like, 'where's The Fun? Where's The Glamour?

I Love It When Someone Insults Me. That Means That I Don't Have To Be Nice Anymore.

It Doesn't Matter About Money; Having It, Not Having It. Or Having Clothes, Or Not Having Them. You're Still Left Alone With Yourself In The End.

The Biggest Misconception People Have About Me Is That I'm Stupid.

We Want Flesh, Flesh For Fantasy.